I've learned to like the problems.
I've learned to love the pain.
There is no hope of coping with it any other way.
They say "Be glad with what you have,
and you will be alright.
Cherish every moment,
from morning until night."
So I'll work with what I've got,
if all I've got is sorrow.
I'll sleep on it, get used to it.
It will be there tomorrow.
So what's the use of worry?
I'm in no hurry,
to feel the pain cut fresh again
with the rising of the new day's sun.